Birthday

Wednesday was my birthday. It is hard to believe that I am actually 40. For a long time, it sounded old and so far away, but not so much now. Instead of going out to dinner for my birthday, I took the kids to the park for a playdate with Gina’s fellow Kindergarteners. Not my first choice of how to spend the evening, but it seemed like a good idea to get Gina acquainted with her classmates. Once we arrived home, Vic had flowers and cake ready. He bought a very yummy cake from Satura Bakery, a blueberry pound cake covered in jam and nuts. The kids didn’t think much of it, so all the more for me and Vic (though Dylan thought it was yummy too).

This morning, Gina said to me: Do you wish you only had one kid? Because three kids are a lot of work.

Yes they are. Often because said five year old is pestering her younger brothers and won't stop when politely asked.